Jeremiah 17:11
A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, `Is' one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end -- he is a fool.
A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, `Is' one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end -- he is a fool.
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4 Labour not to make wealth, From thine own understanding cease, Dost thou cause thine eyes to fly upon it? Then it is not.
5 For wealth maketh to itself wings, As an eagle it flieth to the heavens.
13 There is a painful evil I have seen under the sun: wealth kept for its possessor, for his evil.
14 And that wealth hath been lost in an evil business, and he hath begotten a son and there is nothing in his hand!
15 As he came out from the belly of his mother, naked he turneth back to go as he came, and he taketh not away anything of his labour, that doth go in his hand.
11 Wealth from vanity becometh little, And whoso is gathering by the hand becometh great.
14 And my hand as to a nest Getteth to the wealth of the peoples, And as a gathering of forsaken eggs All the earth I -- I have gathered, And there hath not been one moving wing, Or opening mouth, or whispering.'
21 An inheritance gotten wrongly at first, Even its latter end is not blessed.
7 There is who is making himself rich, and hath nothing, Who is making himself poor, and wealth `is' abundant.
28 Whoso is confident in his wealth he falleth, And as a leaf, the righteous flourish.
29 Whoso is troubling his own house inheriteth wind, And a servant `is' the fool to the wise of heart.
20 `And God said to him, Unthinking one! this night thy soul they shall require from thee, and what things thou didst prepare -- to whom shall they be?
21 so `is' he who is treasuring up to himself, and is not rich toward God.'
6 Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
22 Troubled for wealth `is' the man `with' an evil eye, And he knoweth not that want doth meet him.
27 As a cage full of fowls, So their houses are full of deceit, Therefore they have been great, and are rich.
17 Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.
19 Whoso is tilling his ground is satisfied `with' bread, And whoso is pursuing vanity, Is filled `with' poverty.
20 A stedfast man hath multiplied blessings, And whoso is hasting to be rich is not acquitted.
9 Wo `to' him who is gaining evil gain for his house, To set on high his nest, To be delivered from the hand of evil,
21 Whoso is begetting a fool hath affliction for it, Yea, the father of a fool rejoiceth not.
14 For she leaveth on the earth her eggs, And on the dust she doth warm them,
18 He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
19 Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
19 So `are' the paths of every gainer of dishonest gain, The life of its owners it taketh.
16 He is oppressing the poor to multiply to him, He is giving to the rich -- only to want.
4 Wealth profiteth not in a day of wrath, And righteousness delivereth from death.
27 The slothful roasteth not his hunting, And the wealth of a diligent man is precious.
23 Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it `is' for its life.
24 For riches `are' not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.
6 The making of treasures by a lying tongue, `Is' a vanity driven away of those seeking death.
22 A good man causeth sons' sons to inherit, And laid up for the righteous `is' the sinner's wealth.
17 and thou hast said in thy heart, My power, and the might of my hand, hath made for me this wealth:
29 He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.
14 From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion `is' in life, And `with' Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied `with' sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
6 Do not these -- all of them -- against him a simile taken up, And a moral of acute sayings for him, And say, Wo `to' him who is multiplying `what is' not his? Till when also is he multiplying to himself heavy pledges?
16 Why `is' this -- a price in the hand of a fool to buy wisdom, And a heart there is none?
11 for the sun did rise with the burning heat, and did wither the grass, and the flower of it fell, and the grace of its appearance did perish, so also the rich in his way shall fade away!
3 The folly of man perverteth his way, And against Jehovah is his heart wroth.
8 Whoso is multiplying his wealth by biting and usury, For one favouring the poor doth gather it.
6 `When a bird's nest cometh before thee in the way, in any tree, or on the earth, brood or eggs, and the mother sitting on the brood or on the eggs, thou dost not take the mother with the young ones;
18 He is giving back `what' he laboured for, And doth not consume `it'; As a bulwark `is' his exchange, and he exults not.
7 `Lo, the man who maketh not God his strong place, And trusteth in the abundance of his riches, He is strong in his mischiefs.'
14 `Bad, bad,' saith the buyer, And going his way then he boasteth himself.
10 Whoso is loving silver is not satisfied `with' silver, nor he who is in love with stores `with' increase. Even this `is' vanity.
2 A man to whom God giveth wealth, and riches, and honour, and there is no lack to his soul of all that he desireth, and God giveth him not power to eat of it, but a stranger eateth it; this `is' vanity, and it `is' an evil disease.
11 A rich man is wise in his own eyes, And the intelligent poor searcheth him.
8 As a bird wandering from her nest, So `is' a man wandering from his place.
9 and those wishing to be rich, do fall into temptation and a snare, and many desires, foolish and hurtful, that sink men into ruin and destruction,
7 A path -- not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,